In other words...

Dear MC,
Fly me to the moon.
You will never read this.
You told me that you loved me for something that he never could.
You are confusing to me.
You say that you don't care about it, but I know you do.
You are the new summer.
You are confusing to me.
You make me want to scream!
You are confusing to me.
You tell me funny things so that you can listen to me laugh.
You couldn't stop looking at my face.
You didn't tell me anything.
You are the first one I've really liked since.... Him.
You are confusing to me.
In other words, take my hand. In other words, baby kiss me. In other words, please be true.

"Dreaming With a Broken Heart"

One day....

One day I'll meet a man who reads Faulkner along with Lord of the Rings. He'll enjoy Barnes and Noble along with wakeboarding in the sun. He'll be tall enough for my heels, and have hands that can actually hold my long fingers. He'll want to make time for me, and be patient with my sparatic schedule. He won't laugh at my watching chick flicks or singing horribly to John Mayer, instead he'll watch a few with me plus James Bond and sing a long with me. He'll accept my awkwardness in stride and make up for my faults. He may even be on my brother's approval list, but we don't want to make him too unrealistic right?
For now, I'm happy to be single. For once.

Six Word: A girl can dream, can't she?